VAKILL - Can You Relate lyrics

Uh, there go another one y'all; elcome to the new Mole-linneum

Chicago's sickest

[Verse 1]

Chicago, flow and maneuver, shittin this mundges

Splittin the blungeon, while y'all gettin fucked out of your publishing

And splittin your budget, I'm from

Where cats cook cocaine with propane set to a low flame

Move work premeditated before the dope came

No name, spit the whole brain, and hit the ass with no lue and no game

Homie domain to where the most sickness flow rain

While y'all niggaz claim yo fo-fo aim

We don't just outline with the chalk here, we shade in the whole frame

Ready, on your marks, plan to be fuck with me

you better iron out the details and be heavy on your starch

From day one, I've been clearly regarded

As being the most lyrically severely retarted

But then am I dearly departed

I found them a lesson touch tracks

Niggaz know, I got against the gran like wipin my ass from butt crack to nut sack

When y'all said fuck the world, I had to commit acts of porn

Hittin from the back with my dick stuck in a crack a dawn

Since pediatrics I spit pitty graphics

Shit on any rapper you give a shout to and sent your rap with a city jacket

Top seeded in the midwestern conference, huh

Spittin songs around you like a dyke turned around at a bitches breast circumference

Blow me and swallow every man that was fortified

Fall off, you can hang that up quicker than Jordan did forty-five

I'm too mentally disturbed to spite

I'm kickin motherfuckers under the muffler

You won't even make it to the car tonight

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I rap where the corners is cold blooded *true*

Drug traffic is so flooded *true*

Your life's work is low budget

And the sickest MC's flow rugged

You can't relate? So fuck it

[Verse 2]

In this world designed of linen and ice driven

I accurately flip advise given and earn her

Nice livin in turn, I'm too nice for your own good

Would be nice if you had a fanbase of one single motherfucker from your own hood

Pity's no more, no more Mr. Nice Guy

Never matter who the nicest, I'm nice and you ain't shit but a nice try

And that's just being nice about it

You need to have a nice one to say face

like a presidential Roley with the ice up out it

Careful who you fuckin and foolin with, 'fore I spit spitefully detruded

I got a nice way of showin shit, I'm not nice, nut nice stick around in your drawers

Thought of a mic feedback and get a nice round of applause

Spit twice the flem, drop christ and gems for god teller

DOn't hate, say thank you son, that was awfully nice of him

I shine to precisely sung, spit off the violence

And spill scripts that rare, the black ball point, nicely done

Why you worry about makin nice impressions

YOu should, I got all of you suspect ass niggaz so called nice in question

Whether you got a nice ass or a thug grill with the ice glowin ya

To put it nicely, fuck you and nice knowin ya

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[Verse 3]

I rest my crown where straight dogs eat remains and link up brains

Askin who'd start slayin at pick up games with triggers under hiccups aim

A world where ansatomy rules, and we drop gems bout cockin back hammers

And aim it at the family jewel

So I love the hatred looks, and cook county man state to to crooks

And bodies catchier than fuckin Naughty By Nature hooks

And nigga sold his soul to any price, fuck with the penny nice

Plenty nights I shot many dice with the Henny christ

But Vakill, ain't he nice? I spit virus none of you cats fathom

like spreading AIDS through turntable needles and scratch paddles

Flows that seperated and detach atoms

Crackin jokes at motherfuckers while they on their death bed like Patch Adams

Is it the line between those thar rip the force flag

Play in the middle like a thug nigga dressin in course drag

I'm rakin dicks up like divorced fags

The only place y'all gettin five mics is in your ass

Fuck the Source mag

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